| This is my random thoughts... You can tell y mood changed half way throught the poem... lol. |
| This is my random thoughts... You can tell y mood changed half way throught the poem... lol. |


Nameless When someone asks you your name, you'd tell them what it is. I'm assuming, anyway. (Unless you're some sort of criminal.) And you don't think much of it. It's just your name; Suzy, or Rachel, or Jennifer, or Shanaynay. Whatever. But really, I think names have a purpose. Not like a meaning, like you go to one of those websites and they tell you what your name means. But like it tells someone who you are, or rather, who your parents are. But it seems to me that the person almost always matches the name.Nameless
Like the name Elizabeth. It's elegant and beautiful and all the Elizabeth's I know are elegant and beautiful. (A


Hiding Lavernia -One and TwoPart One- Thirty-Six-Oh-Nine Fifteen years later that same child sits on a smallish wooden bed, very much older now. Her green eyes are fixed on nothing in particular, but objects in the room are moving around her. Books stacking themselves on bookshelves, cloths putting themselves in a large green hamper, things on the desk straight ahead of her rearranging, even her wavy, strawberry-blond hair was putting itself into a messy up-do. Cassidy sighed and looked around her bedroom. There was nothing on the green walls except two wooden bookshelves hung up, stacked with colorful books and two windows, showing the night sky outside. HeHiding Lavernia -One and Two
| RAR FOR AWESOMENESS!!! |
| "My name has no color. It is blank, transparent, if you will. But that's still different, and it is still MY name. And quite truthfully, I wouldn't change it for anything, because blank makes me think of a blank page, ready to be written on. And the words that fill the page could be bad or good. So I will write my memories, and dreams and hopes and goals, my story, on myself in different colors. And I will write the definition of my name, my purpose. Because that's me; colorfully blank. Purposely nameless." -Nameless. |
I'm online.
WHAT.
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If you're always looking down, all you ever see is the floor.
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I figured out that sometimes you've got to learn to say what you feel if you want to be heard.
Glad you like it
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If you're always looking down, all you ever see is the floor.
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I figured out that sometimes you've got to learn to say what you feel if you want to be heard.
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If you're always looking down, all you ever see is the floor.
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I figured out that sometimes you've got to learn to say what you feel if you want to be heard.
someone is goign around saying that i'm a Christian who is struggling with her lesbianism!!
i'm glad you came.
it was happy-making.
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If you're always looking down, all you ever see is the floor.
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If you're always looking down, all you ever see is the floor.
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If you're always looking down, all you ever see is the floor.
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